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The Wolves slowly crept in. Their eyes glanced upon him with the utmost caution. It seemed that whatever foul sorcery had turned them into the dire wolves they had become, it did not drive out the instinct and weariness that had allowed the wolves to stay alive for so long.
Lucian kept watch of the creatures with his heart beating hard. Everytime the light of Morrslieb broke through the trees he noticed that the beasts had launched themselves so much closer than what they had previously been. Whenever the light sliced in each of them were hiding themselves amongst the foliage and fog that some of them were creeping with. Each of them hoped that by hiding they could break the line of sight of Lucian and get into a blindspot of the defender.
And they had, for Lucian watched slowly as the number of wolves visible were dwindling.
Was such numbers because they were breaking off across the village or were they truly hiding from him. Indeed many of the beasts hid in places where their bulky bodies stuck out. Yet he realized that a few of what he was seeing were those that had gone missing in the last flash of light.
Now they had pierced the edge of the village. Their full demented forms being shown by the green moonlight.
They were almost here and they were after them all.
Should he cry out? Try to awaken the people asleep within the home so that they could try to get to safety? If he did that it would surely spook the beasts and cause them all to launch themselves upon the peasant as they tried to silence by raising the hue and cry.
If he does not then they will continue this scheme of theirs. Maybe it was good to keep them cautious, for he might be able to catch one or two of them if they try to nip at him like they did the donkey.
Lastly… he could…
Lucian did not have much time left. The fog was reaching his heels.
>Run away
>Raise the Hue and Cry!
>Silence
